Monday 2 November 2015

 
 
 
 
I live upon an island
surrounded by the sea
I cannot drink the ocean
And there's a thirst in me.
 
I yearn for living water
Whereby I quench my soul
A constant drink to satisfy
And one that makes me whole.
 
A cry of hallelujah
And Marantha too
A longing to be one with Christ
But not until His work is through.
 
So as I drink the water
Let your Spirit show the way
For harvesting the nations
Until that final day.
 
 
Meg Marsden/November 2015